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Post by Marcel Labat on Nov 11, 2010 19:56:24 GMT
(Never seen Merlin)
"I'm not so sure about that." Marcel said, "And besides, it wouldn't be proper to allow me to let you face danger."
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Post by Suzie Miyazaki on Nov 12, 2010 16:51:08 GMT
Suzie looked at him in confusion. "When were you born? The 19th century?"
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Post by Marcel Labat on Nov 12, 2010 21:24:46 GMT
He looked to her in confusion, "Just because I believe in chivalry, that doesn't make me anachronistic or weird."
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Post by Robin Jarvis on Nov 12, 2010 22:17:19 GMT
He looked to her in confusion, "Just because I believe in chivalry, that doesn't make me anachronistic or weird." (Neither have I, lol) Robin looks over his shoulder. "Actually it makes does make you weird." he turns back and scans the graveyard "She's a big girl. After all, women like her in the 1920's made everyone's life horrible to get 'equal' rights. Let her see what it means to deal with real life problems, outside of the kitchen that is." He turns to Cross. "Now, be a good girl and take Lancelot back to lake before you get hurt." |
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Post by Marcel Labat on Nov 13, 2010 1:14:40 GMT
Marcel stepped towards him, "Hey! I don't give a damn what you think, but when you start verbally abusing a woman in my company, then it's personal!" He clenched his fists, "Come on, let's settle this. I won't allow you to tarnish my beliefs, or to say anything against her!"
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Post by Robin Jarvis on Nov 13, 2010 22:33:39 GMT
Jarvis droops his shoulders and turns to the 'knight'. He sighs boringly.
"Fine. So what, you're going to throw down a glove? Pull out dueling pistols? Should we get horses and charge each with brooms?" he walks slowly closer to him "Well? You going to punch me? Teach me some manners?"
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Post by Marcel Labat on Nov 14, 2010 5:04:11 GMT
Marcel kept looking into the man's eyes. Without saying anything, he drove his right fist into the other man's gut with the strongest uppercut he could give.
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Post by Suzie Miyazaki on Nov 14, 2010 9:04:55 GMT
Suzie rolled her eyes and started walking away.
"Right, you two have fun I need to fix my bike," She sighed.
Suzie headed back towards where she'd left the bike when something jumped out in front of her and screamed. Suzie shrieked and staggered backwards, holding the Drake Grip out at some sort of ghostly figure, clothed in a ragged wedding dress, mascarra streaked down her eyes.
There was a buzzing sound as her Zecter shot through the graveyard, weaving between gravestones and tree's before reaching her gun and clicking into place. Rather then Henshin Suzie just started shooting at the spectral ... thing.
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Post by Robin Jarvis on Nov 14, 2010 12:32:07 GMT
Robin reeled from the blow, taking it. If this amused the little prince, he could take a few hits. He barely felt pain nowadays, anyway.
When the girl screamed he whipped around in her direction. He barely saw the thing but his olfactories screamed 'GHOST'.
Inside him he felt the beast stir. He jumped on top a tombstone and threw himself over the girl, behind the phantom, howling as he flew. When he landed he had henshined into Barghest, he now wore the mask of a snarling black dog.
Before he could do anything, a shot hit his shoulder knocking him a few step back..... Apparently the girls bullets flew straight through her target. He let go a deep growl.
"Now that, hurt."
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Post by Marcel Labat on Nov 14, 2010 15:11:57 GMT
Marcel watched in amazement at what was happening. He was amazed and shocked by such a creature appearing now of all times, and also that these two people he had just met appeared to have some way of fighting.
"Kamen Rider..." He muttered. He looked back towards the gate, to his bike. He ran for it, needing to get to it.
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Post by Suzie Miyazaki on Nov 14, 2010 15:42:56 GMT
"Kamen Rider, huh?" Suzie smirked "Let's see how good you are,"
She raised her gun skyward and shouted "Henshin!" Her armour starting to appear all around her inside those tiny little hexagons before there was a flash of light. She flicked her wrist and pointed the gun at Barghest before opening fire on him.
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Post by Marcel Labat on Nov 14, 2010 20:35:08 GMT
Marcel got past the two of them, reaching his bike. He looked back, seeing that Suzie had started to transform.
"You are a Rider, then." He muttered, reaching over his bike, to the side of it. He opened a hidden latch and reached into the length of the bike, taking out a white blade that was around three and a half feet long with a guard over the handle. He ran back towards them, pulling a chunk of the guard off and putting it over his waist, forming a belt out of white energy. He was ready to transform and see what was going to happen.
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Post by Robin Jarvis on Nov 14, 2010 22:49:25 GMT
Barghest flipped backwards, out of the shot's trajectory, and landed on a tombstone behind where he used to be standing. The energy bullet hit a few inches below his feet.
"Great. A crazy redheaded Scotswoman with a gun. Almost cliché."
He tilted his head in a dog like movement as the armor forms around Cross.
"Ok. That's new."
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Post by Marcel Labat on Nov 14, 2010 23:59:27 GMT
Marcel stood out of range of the two of them, but close enough to hear them and keep all of the details in order as he watched.
He plunged his blade into the ground at his side and put his left hand onto the crimson crystal on his Sabre Driver. The crystal began to glow. Marcel put his feet together and threw his arms out, making his body like a cross.
"Henshin!" Marcel shouted, sending a white cross out ahead of him. It formed over his body, forming his armor. He took up his weapon and rushed forward into range.
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Post by Robin Jarvis on Nov 15, 2010 6:51:06 GMT
Jarvis turned his snarling face towards the now charging 'white knight'.
"This day just keeps getting better and better."
Jarvis spring boards himself backwards into a huge leap behind a grave, farther into the graveyard, out of sight.
How the hell am I supposed to do an exorcism with those two running around? he leaned lazily against a headstone They'll need me soon enough.
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